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I don’t mind the use of expletives. They usually help in expressing the outrage that others seem to avoid expressing, be it “head in the sand” or too busy watching Dancing with the Stars to notice that we are all going to H-E…double hockey sticks (was that worth a non-expletive point?).

Passion is where it is at. We only have one opportunity to change (save) our world (community). Why not be passionate about that? I can assure you that I do not know anybody below the age of 50 who frequents this site and if they are reading language here that they have not seen or heard before, then maybe they should spend most of each evening in the temple or the chapel.

Either way, I can’t help but admire your attempt to do something positive and will attempt to match your “Leave it to Beaver” one-liners to avoid the dreaded potty-mouth for the sake of the readers. I will not mute the passion, just the expletives. Fair enough?

Okay, now back to the business at hand. The new superintendent is already on the wrong track in many ways and I even gave him more time than he has needed to blow this thing already. I also believe that the construction gang can not find enough “raw material” to cover up their most recent blunders.

I have it on good authority that they are working very hard right now to keep some very recent (meaning since the dead guy died) miscues under wraps. I just don’t believe they will be successful. There are too many people watching to let a large change order for work that was in the original contract – slip by.

Well then, there’s good news. I don’t watch Dancing with the Stars. Rarely do I watch network TV at all. (The Universe is on and I’m glued.)

Somehow I don’t think either of us will lose “passion” simply through lightening up on language. Below 50? There are plenty that frequent this site and their language is saltier than mine. But I suspect that the “Leave it to Beaver” approach will do enough to keep me on my toes with prose.

We’ll have to watch and see what the Superintendent does with some of these projects. It’s hard to know what’s what since I haven’t been part of the nine for five years now. (I’ve always wondered which one of us was seven of nine.)

Again with Runcie, in the vein of the Matrix, I can only open the door. He has to go through it. But the more people watching, the better, so we’ll see. Of course I’m still waiting for Lindner’s explanation of the Maintenance facility. Not that I doubt the need, although I suppose it’s arguable, but the matter of expired contract needs to be front and center.

And how can you possibly know I’m a McRib lover???? But then there are only a few more days left to get my fill, so I’m off to McDonald’s! After the time’s up, I’ll have no choice but to switch to McNuggets…